My dad told me about this CS Lewis excerpt from "A Grief Observed"
When you are happy, so happy that you have no sense of needing Him,
so happy that you are tempted to feel His claims upon you as an
interruption, if you remember yourself and turn to Him with gratitude
and praise, you will be — or so it feels — welcomed with open arms. But
go to Him when your need is desperate, when all other help is vain, and
what do you find? A door slammed in your face, and a sound of bolting
and double bolting on the inside. After that, silence. You may as well
turn away. The longer you wait, the more emphatic the silence will
become. There are no lights in the windows. It might be an empty house.
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Talk to me about the truth of religion and I'll listen gladly. Talk to
me about the duty of religion and I'll listen submissively. But don't
come talking to me about the consolations of religion or I shall suspect
that you don't understand.
